Cleaning Up the Ashes
I watch myself write this poem
in the same way you watch a B-rated horror film
where the killer has been in the shot this whole time.
I conduct self-help in the same way
that I have been watering dead plants for three weeks –
all at once and obviously too late.
In this round table of brain,
I shuffle the papers, hold meetings with myself
where I show evidence that bad times may come again,
but in the good moments I can only see the graphs pointing upward,
can’t see their impending fall.
”Cleaning Up the Ashes” is a poem that I wrote in 2019. It was published in The Mark Literary Review, which you can read online.